"In the end even gold goes grey"
They say District 8 is the most rebellious district. Their Victors are a good example of that.
In which a Victor from District 8 isn't supposed to have relationships but grows closer to a Victor from District 4.
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"Those motherfuckers!"
The Victor hangout for the morning. AKA Gloss and Cashmere's apartment was viewing the trainwreck that was storm Johanna Mason.
"Keep it down or you'll wake Bex."
"I don't fucking care Finnick, I need to punch something!" Johanna fumed as she walked around the living room
Gloss was over it before it even started as he walked over to Johanna and grabbed her by the shoulders, "Alright, that's enough. You're not trainwrecking in my apartment, Mason. Especially not when Reb is the room over there. Calm yourself down, or I will throw you out."
It worked somehow because Johanna took a step back, "I'm going to kill them."
"Do I even need to ask who?" Finnick asked leaning against the wall, he couldn't seem to get the image out of his head of what happened last night, like it was seared into his brain.
"The fucking Capitol Elite, I'm gonna find out who-"
She was about to go on a rant before Cashmere put her hand over Johanna's mouth.
The bugs were everywhere
Johanna glares at Cashmere until the woman took her hand from her mouth. "I'm fine Nicholo, I promise"
They all knew just how empty that promise was. She didn't mean a word of it.
"Get this one out of here before she wakes Reb and don't come back until she's calmed down" Gloss told Finnick
Finnick shook his head, "We're not leaving her here."
"You think we're gonna hurt her? She's fine with us. I promise." Cashmere promised him, and that was a promise.
Finnick trusted them to a certain extent. He knew that at one point they had all had a situation like Bex's not as bad as hers, but like it all the same.
He nodded before pushing himself off the wall, "You coming with me without a fight? Or do I have to lift you over my shoulder and drag you into the elevator?"
